we had been brought up under that same cover, ohio. we had been raised as siblings, sisters. bikes in the driveway, movie nights with popcorn and the occasional soda. i was the youngest,i was the shadow almost, not that i wasn’t paid attention to, i preferred to watch, listen as natasha and yelena bickered. i was the peace keeper. our life was changed when our normal night was turned into a fleeing the country mission, our “dad” was tense, our “mother” stony, me and yelena were confused but natasha knew. she always knew.